This book resonated with me. Lenz comes from a place of white privilege, which she acknowledges. I come from a place of white privilege, too, so I get the surprise, the hurt, the horrible guilt at one's one complicity.

Her marriage falls apart in a way that mirrors the country, and Lenz accurately ascertains that evangelical religion plays a large part in both. This is a book about wrestling with the harm that churches have done as well as the good. This is a book about how a country built on a supposed separation of church and state has come to find itself in a white evangelical stranglehold. This is a book that reminds us all that a resurrection requires death.

Quite cathartic.